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Although I'll probably get shit from the fingerboard community, it's time to post this. I know, I know...I'm supposed to hate hand boarders. And I do. With their sandpaper hands, big tables, greasy hair and rockabilly music, they embody everything I can't stand about hand sports.
There has been a long standing, deep seeded war between those that use their fingers and those that use their hands in the world of mini thrashing. It's a beef that began with the rise of the Eastcoast/Westcoast rap rivalry, that tore the country in half and plagued the 90's...Except this beef, is more violent.
There was a time where you wouldn't be caught dead at Northgate with a fingerboard, especially in front of the popular hangout “Ivars” in the foodcourt. “Ivars was the spot man” says pro Finderboarder Macklemore. We use to line up like 4 tartars and a ketchup and see who could backside flip over them. There use to be all day sessions from Red Robin to Lids. Just people expressing their fingers and ripping. When the handboarders came...everything like...changed.”
The handboards feel differently. “They're a bunch of pussies” screams Dave-Daniel “Broken Bonz” Sam. “They have hands too, right? They're just too afraid to use the whole thing. Do they hate their palms? Thought so.”
*the author got tired of writing the article and quit.
This is my friend P Smoov's beat tape. It's called Face Scrunchers. He is one of my favorite artists from around these parts, and if you download this tape and listen you will see why. The whole thing (which is almost 40 minutes I believe) is on one track. Yep, that's right! Just like the old days. You can learn patience while appreciating good music! Get some...Gucci Mane Talks Working With Usher For The 3rd Time from LowKey on Vimeo.
Click here to buy at BUDOBEATS.COMMark Gonzales “Round n’ Round” Exhibition
Franklin Parrasch Gallery
20 West 57th Street 7th Floor
New York City, New York








5024sf Gallery/ San Francisco / 12/2008
San Francisco in the Barbary Coast days of the 1850s was a crazy place. The once sleepy town's population exploded almost overnight as it was flooded with all kinds, here to make their fortunes in whatever way they could. Prospectors, prostitutes, sailors, businessmen, criminals, hatchet men, preachers, and entertainers all had their stories to tell and their reasons for being there.
In preparation for his upcoming show, "The Ghosts of the Barbary Coast" at Fifty24SF Gallery, Mr. Fish has done his homework. Basing his collection of work on true stories from San Francisco's history, he conjures up the spirits of the rowdy, ruthless, insane, and notorious characters that populated the City's seedy past and re-tells their fascinating and often shocking stories to a new audience. Fish also explores parallels between the Gold Rush of '49 with the modern booms and busts of marijuana farming in the 1970s and the dot coms of the 1990s. Highlights of this collection include a series of tightly-executed and well-researched paintings along with amazing three-dimensional wood pieces. Fish plans to bring some real Barbary Coast style to his opening reception with a Gold Rush-style saloon, complete with grizzly bear. What better way to pay tribute to the folks who paved the way and established San Francisco's independent and rebellious reputation?
(taken from sillypinkbunnies.com)
Blakroc Project from Myrhax on Vimeo.